Back when our bassist and I were trying to form our original rock band, we briefly worked with a guitarist who had a degree in music and played in several regularly gigging cover bands. He could play just about anything, transpose on the spot if required, was a pretty decent songwriter and good back up singer to boot. He was cocky, but because he could deliver the goods, we figured we could handle him. After a successful audition and several detailed conversations, we set up weekly writing sessions with him. He failed to show up for the first one. He responded to our concerned phone messages with a long story about some personal situation he was undergoing. Our alarm bells were ringing, but we gave him the benefit of the doubt. For the next few weeks, all was well. But I noticed that every time we got together, he would more or less ignore my input and speak mainly to our bassist. I'm a chick singer and lyricist, and I couldn't help feeling like he didn't take me seriously because of my gender, despite his praise for my lyrical abilities. But I let that ride for the time being. Then he arranged an audition for us with a drummer he knew. The bassist, drummer and I all arrived on time for the audition. The guitarist was an hour and a half late. He was coming from way out in the suburbs by public transit and it just took forever, don't cha know. This despite him having called me three hours earlier to say he was on his way. (No way it took three hours to get there.) We did manage to have the audition, which went very well, but the drummer was clearly not impressed with the guitarist's arrival time and chose not to work with us. Can't say I blame him. Then the guitarist failed to show for the next writing session. I was done. Moving on. Thankfully, we hooked up with our current guitarist a few months later, who is a very professional, organized, dedicated soul and the band has progressed nicely since then.
Some time after that last no-show, the former guitarist got in touch with our bass player and apologized for having to bail on us. Again, some personal situation had cropped up that required him to leave town on short notice. He never bothered to contact me to apologize, even though I was the main point of contact for the band and the one who did all the scheduling. A year or so later, our bassist was involved with a side project that was looking for a guitarist and had posted ads to that effect. Guess who responded? Yup, our old "friend." Our bassist figured there was no harm in giving him a shot. I was annoyed to hear he was giving the guy an audition, but of course, it wasn't my band. If they ended up working together, well, I realized I was just going to have to suck it up. Turns out that despite all his experience and ability, the guitarist blew the audition. That band had produced an EP a few years before. Instead of playing their material as per the recordings, the guitarist decided to show off and "experiment," only his choices were not appropriate for the songs and did not go over well with the founding members of the band. Bizarre.
Edit: I saw the guy the other night (over two years later). He breezed past me as I was on my way into a store, griping to someone on his cell phone about his boss. Same kind of griping we used to hear from him when we knew him. Some things never change, I guess. He didn't recognize me and I didn't bother to stop him.